The breeze was cooling as the sun baked down on us at the empty cemetery. I looked at the rows of headstones that covered the dying grass. The different colored granite went on for what looked like miles, but we were just at one grave.
He stood close enough to me to give me comfort, but far enough to give me space.  He tried to understand what I was going through but he had never lost a family member. Especially not one as close to him as my mother was to me. 
The grass surrounding the grave was fresh, rain from the previous night making the mud beneath my feet slosh.  I read the headstone over and over again, still not comprehending who's name was engraved on the copper colored stone.
My grip tightened around the stems of the flowers in my hand. They were bright red, Mom's favorite color. I bent down to put them near the stone, the bones in my knees cracking as I lowered myself to the ground. I set the flowers down, tears now streaming down my face. My heart broke as I looked at the vibrant colors. I remember the final days of Mom's life, how her cheeks still blushed when she laughed too hard. How her hands were soft as she held my hand, telling me she loved me.
"Are you okay?" he asked, hands in his pocket as he stepped closer to me. I looked down, wiping my tears away. As I slowly stood back up, I felt the bones in my knees crack again.
"I'm alright." I whispered, walking towards him. I hoped he'd hug me, that'd he wrap me up in his arms, giving me even the slightest hint of sympathy. But he didn't.
"Let's go," he said kindly, motioning me for me to follow him.  Another breeze cooled my warm face. I looked around at all the graves once more, wrapping my arms around myself.